Chapter 59
Victor’s sharp eyes bore into mine, his suspicion palpable. The atmosphere at the poker table had shifted, the jovial air replaced with a tension that coiled around us like a vice.
“A deal?” he repeated, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
I nodded, my expression calm even though my pulse thundered in my ears. “I know who you work for. And I know what’s in the shipment heading to South America.”
Victor’s face tightened, but he said nothing. Instead, he pushed his chair back and motioned toward a server, signaling for another drink. I used the opportunity to glance at Alex, who was still stationed near the exit, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, watching every move.
Victor finally spoke, leaning forward as his entourage moved in closer. “You’re either very bra
